The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The glass shattered. It fell into the snow. I watched it break. My hands were empty. I was a maker of things. A craftsman. I made lenses. Not for telescopes. Not for microscopes. For the Crown. The King needed to see. He needed to see far. He needed to see true. I stood in the courtyard. The cold bit my face. The glass was my brother’s. No. It was his. And mine. We were one. Or so I thought....

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